Chapter 1055 Three Thousand Gods Sharpen Their Swords

It was clear that there was an opponent in front of him, but Fang Xing was like a ferocious beast, rushing into the formation of the Gods to fight. Hundreds of Gods were gathered in all directions, all with terrifying auras, forming a queue, waving iron weapons. The spear bone knives came from all around and killed all the human beings in the scene, whether they surrendered to them or refused to surrender to them. In front of the divine beings, unless they were the Nascent Soul, Otherwise, there would be almost no generals in one. Such creatures are indeed qualified to call themselves "gods". At least in terms of strength, their starting point is much higher than that of human monks, and they are born to fight against the Nascent Soul!

It's like a tiger doesn't need to practice, it just needs to grow up and it can kill mortals!

This is the advantage of blood, which makes people mad and angry, but there is nothing they can do!

I have been practicing hard for decades and hundreds of years, but I still can't defeat an ordinary god race creature who has grown up. This kind of taste can only be tasted carefully by a cultivator before he dies. The purpose of cultivation is to cultivate an extraordinary world. , but in front of others, I was slaughtered like a lamb. That feeling and taste cannot be explained clearly in just a few words...

But at this time, after Fang Xing took action, the situation on the field turned around!

After Fang Xing cast the "God-Slaughter Technique", his whole body seemed to transform into a ferocious beast, carrying the endless ferocious wind and rushing towards the array of divine beings. It transformed into three heads and six arms, with devilish energy billowing all over his body, and six arms grew. He came out, holding a wide and long magic sword in one hand, and a crystal clear mirror of heavenly beings in the other hand. The other hands were not idle, and he grabbed a few more iron spears and bone knives, and waved his six arms. When he got up, he was like a big windmill, rumbling over the crowd...

miserable!

In front of him, almost none of the divine creatures had their heads cut off by the magic sword, cut in half by the bone knife, or pierced by the iron spear. Four or five were stacked on top of each other. Like a candied haws of sugarcane, waving his arms helplessly...

This is no longer a fight, but a massacre!

It was as if adults armed with various weapons rushed into the group of children, frantically harvesting lives one by one!

"How dare you, devil!"

Guimu, the second young master of the Luo Shen Clan, had a look on his face at this moment. He saw dozens of his people being chopped down like melons and vegetables, killing dozens of them in an instant. No matter how indifferent his temperament was, he couldn't bear it anymore, and his eyes almost turned into The blood-red man shouted fiercely and rushed over. He raised his claws and suddenly formed gray bone chains, which intertwined into a network in the air and circled towards Fang Xing!

"Hahahaha, do you feel bad?"

Fang Xing laughed wildly at this moment, and shook his six arms. He ignored the bone chain twisted by the other party, and plunged into the divine creatures, using his body to block the bone chain. At the same time, his six arms were still spinning, With one sword, he knocked over two divine beings standing in front of him, raised his foot and crushed another one. He also grabbed a few ghost trees and threw them towards them.

"Shameless!"

Guimu was so anxious that he could only wave the bone chain lightly to catch those of his own race. His eyes were already red with anger!

What Fang Xing was doing now was simply to make him throw a trap. The devil rushed into his family members and started killing them. People were dying every moment. But after he chased after him, the devil didn't show up at all. Fight against him head-on, but use the obstruction of the divine creatures to avoid his attacks. There is almost no solution to this method. The only way is to let your own people disperse quickly, so as to leave enough space for him. He was fighting with the demon, but the problem was that once they dispersed, it would give the demon a chance to escape. The Luo Shen Clan was not the Lightning Clan, and they did not have the speed to dazzle the world...

"Swish, swish, swish..."

Slaughtering the gods was like mowing grass. In less than half a cup of tea, Fang Xing had harvested countless lives on his hands!

This ferocious power, this demonic aura, not only made Guimu furious, but also shocked all the human monks around him...

Demon...

He is worthy of being a devil...

Killing people is like killing grass, killing gods is like killing ants!

The tragic scene of living lives disappearing piece by piece in front of one's eyes goes straight into one's heart, almost making one dizzy.

"What's wrong with him?... This is simply, this is simply a demon..."

Elder Hu Jun and Dao Wufang were still on their own at this time. Their cultivation was extraordinary and their status was different from the others. After the divine creatures started killing, they hid aside and did not come forward to help. , and were not targeted by the Gods. Previously, when they saw how the disciples of the Xianbao Alliance and Baidi City were slaughtered by the Gods, they felt infinite sadness and a little angry. But now they saw Fang Xing massacre the Gods, but I felt a burst of panic and fear from the bottom of my heart!

Because compared to Fang Xing's murderous methods, the divine creatures are extremely gentle!

"Haha, if you allow the gods to massacre my human race, then you won't allow the little devil to fight back?"

Dao Wufang's eyes were bright at this time, and his expression was a little excited. Hearing what Elder Hu Jun said, he couldn't help but sneer and retort.

"I'm referring to his method, can't you still see it?"

Elder Hu Jun said in a low voice, with a hint of panic in his eyes.

"Um?"

Dao Wufang was also slightly startled, calmed down, looked carefully, and soon discovered the clues. Fang Xing had now transformed into a three-headed and six-armed creature, rushing into the gods and slaughtering them. It seemed like a simple But if you look closely, you will find that every time he harvests a life, there is a faint black thread drawn from the remains of the divine creature, wrapped around the magic sword in his hand, causing The magic sword is more solid, the edge is sharper, and its power is increasing minute by minute...

And after his Dharma form collapsed and splashed the blood of countless divine creatures, his aura became more and more terrifying. The billowing black smoke around him seemed to be getting stronger. As he rushed left and right, Like a long black cloak floating behind...

"He is practicing!"

Dao Wufang blurted out, and his expression became extremely solemn at this moment.

"Yes, he is practicing, using the lives of divine creatures to practice demonic methods..."

Elder Hu Jun's expression was both regretful and sympathetic: "When did you become possessed by the devil... Although this method can quickly improve your strength, sooner or later you will suffer backlash, especially when you kill like him. If you are stained with injustice and don't deal with it well, you will be like the Master Tu Ling of Lingshan Temple. You will be punished by the injustice and your karma will be ruined for a hundred generations..."

"No...it's not just the magic way..."

Under the sigh of Elder Hu Jun, Dao Wufang stared at Fang Xing with narrowed eyes. After a long time, he suddenly let out a low drink.

Elder Hu Jun was also slightly startled, and followed his gaze, and soon his eyes fell on the burning flame above Fang Xing's head. The flame was very strange, burning invisibly and releasing A terrifying force field was created, making Fang Xing's power stronger and stronger. Every time Fang Xing killed, the flames would become more intense. It was obviously through the help of countless divine beings. It is gaining strength as it passes, but its aura is indescribably majestic and upright, sacred and pure...

"It doesn't make sense. The more he kills, the more powerful his aura becomes... It's like... It's like..."

Elder Hu Jun also saw something was wrong and murmured, but couldn't think of a suitable adjective.

"Like a saint, his movements represent the awe-inspiring righteousness between heaven and earth..."

Dao Wufang whispered, his eyes already filled with ecstasy.

Elder Hu Jun understood what he meant and couldn't help but gasped: "He is..."

"Use demonic means to practice the methods of a saint!"

Dao Wufang's voice seemed to contain endless ecstasy, and the fat on his face was trembling like waves.

"this……"

Elder Hu Jun was frightened by his bold statement and looked at Fang Xing in shock: "...Is this feasible?"

"It works..."

At this time, Fang Xing was also filled with ecstasy, almost shouting wildly.

He was charging among the God Clan creatures, strangling all the God Clan creatures he saw in front of him with violent force. It looked very relaxed, but in fact, the God Clan creatures were not real cabbages. Each of them had considerable strength, and there was even more reason behind it. A powerful ghost was chasing after him like crazy, and his heart was tense all the time. However, as more and more gods were killed, his thoughts were gradually verified, but he couldn't help it. You have to shout loudly, only in this way can you vent your excitement!

"The method that old bastard Mo Zu left for me before he fell asleep is correct. To practice the saint method of Fuyao Palace, you don't necessarily have to use their secret method to practice. Through killing, you can also release the deviant tendencies of the sword. The backlash came..."

Through this massacre of the divine creatures, it was as if a piece of window paper had been knocked out, and his heart suddenly became brighter. No matter the chaotic and clueless thoughts on the path of cultivation, at this time, it was like hundreds of thousands of streams flowing into it. After crossing the sea, a kind of enlightenment emerged from his heart, like a red sun jumping out of the sea of ​​clouds in front of his avenue: "There are thousands of techniques, and the avenues are connected. It turns out that many of the techniques I practiced before contain more hidden meanings." It’s a profound truth, it’s just that I didn’t have enough realm at that time and couldn’t understand it thoroughly!”

"Gen Bo taught me the great art of killing, killing life and refining the heart; Demon Ancestor taught me the great sword magic to enter the Tao, slaughter tens of millions of people, and forge an extremely sharp sword; the saint of Fuyao Palace Although the Dharma is based on killing to establish the Dao, it is based on stopping chaos... These great techniques and principles are actually very profound. I underestimated them in the past, but today's killing is to point out the Dao, haha... I built my foundation in the great art of killing, practiced in the great art of swords and demons, and refined my heart with the saint's method. I just perfected my way of killing!"

"This is my method of killing gods!"

At the end, Fang Xing couldn't help but shout loudly: "The more gods you kill, the stronger the power will be, and there will be no end..."

"From now on, I am the sharpening stone for the three thousand gods!"

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